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GOD HUNTER

Author: Ayo_Fool
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A sickness the likes of which we had never seen had spread throughout my family, subsequently killing them, I was the only survivor... A young giant named Asriel was born into tightly knit family of giants, they lived in the depths of a large forest, they had a simple and quiet life... One night, his sister Meridah had seen a small chunk of meat that had a putrid smell and a black substance covering a portion of it.. she had been curious about it and brought it home, a few days after she had begun coughing, as well as his other family members.. after a while, they begun coughing blood, they knew treatments to many diseases in order to survive in the wild, but they had never heard of a disease like this... weeks of coughing turned into months... then. into seasons.. then I wish it would have become into years.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "The gods have forsaken me, so I shall forsake them, I will plot and plan my revenge until I hunt and slay every last one! Like how they did with my family!" And thus, our story begins.. (I'm a complete noob at writing so please tell me of any grammatical errors, ways I could make the book better, and comment ideas and I might just listen to them) —————————————————————————————

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Chapter 1The Story Begins..

It was a gloomy night, the chirps of the crickets echoed throughout the hut, sounds or sticky coughing could be heard all around as you could see a young man at about six feet and seven inches tall tending to a group of similarly sized people, they all seemed sickly and we're the source of all the coughing.

"Mother, you really have to eat..", A weak woman close to his size had shook her head while smiling.. "My son, give up on me, we all know that I will die, it's better you eat that food with the others and let me die." giants were always very strong willed, she was the perfect example of a selfless mother.

"I refuse! you MUST eat, I do not wish to lose hope so early, besides if you were a lost cause I would definitely NOT help you!" he said trying to almost force the spoon inside of her tightly shut mouth, "My son do not be so stubborn.. let me die in peace, that is probably what Ra'var wants." (Ra'var is the god that his family mainly worships.)

"Mother, you really still believe in such folly? If such a 'god' were real, wouldn't they help you and make your condition better? No matter how faithful you are to the 'god' Ra'var your condition never gets better, no matter how much you pray, or anything for the matter!" Asriel had huffed in annoyance and resentment to the 'god' that his family had foolishly followed even in their position.

He used to be faithful in the 'god' but no matter how he had prayed or asked for help, there was never an answer, all of their conditions except him (this has an explanation later on) had only become worse and worse.

"Mother please.. I just wish for you to eat..'

He was looking at his mother, she was staring at him, it seemed strange as she didn't seem to blink..

"Mother? Why aren't you answering me?"

he had begun to jostle her hoping it would bring her back from her 'trance', "Mother? Answer me!"

He had looked go his father, brothers and sisters..

He had shook them too, no reaction...

It was as if the world around him had crumbled..

Despair and hatred had overtook his heart..

He has cried and mourned for five days and five nights, no matter how much he cried, they would never come back..

"I Asriel Hunt.. Vow to avenge you, brothers, sisters, father.. and mother! I shall slay every last 'god' in this forsaken planet as they had done so with my family!"

And thus, our story begins...

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